O arone a-ree, eily arone, arone! 'Tis a good thing to be sailing across the seas! How the women smile and the children are laughing glad When the galleys go out into the blue sea—arone! O eily arone, arone! But the children may laugh less when the wolves come, And the women may smile less in the winter-cold— For the Summer-sailors will not come again, arone! O arone a-ree, eily arone, arone! I am thinking they will not sail back again, O no! The yellow-haired men that came sailing across the sea: For 'tis wild apples they would be, and swing on green branches, And sway in the wind for the corbies to preen their eyne, O eily arone, eily a-ree! And it is pleasure for Scathach the Queen to see this: To see the good fruit that grows on the Tree of the Stones: Long black fruit it is, wind-swayed by its yellow roots, And like men they are with their feet dancing in the void air! O, O, arone, a-ree, eily arone! O arone, a-ree, eily arone, arone, O, O, arone, a-ree, eily arone! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EUROPE A PROPHECY by WILLIAM BLAKE POET'S CORNER by ALFRED AUSTIN A 'FIRST IMPRESSION': TOKYO by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN AN INVITATION TO THE COUNTRY by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: THE PEDLER by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON EPISTLE TO ROBERT GRAHAM OF FINTRY, REQUESTING A FAVOR by ROBERT BURNS |